[Verse 1: Rawlin$]
Man I'm feeling like it's time to commit
I hit the peak of my season and then decided to quit
Without a half-decent reason I made a split from the scene
Then started stacking my green up, Phil Knight's been signing my check
I'm getting back to the best, I'm getting back to the roots
Hope that Jimmy get a listen have me rapping with Roots
I hope the country get a listen of these raps with my crew
B. Rawl and Knapp on the news just two dudes from Jax that be cooling
And making tracks on the move
My homies move 'cross the nation with ma**ive packages too
But the package Jamaican no need to pa** sh** by you
The squad is running sh** now
We took the game out of commission b**h we shutting it down
Might as well throw in your towel, you can give it your all
But there won't ever be a game where I'm dropping the ball
You'll be sitting there forever hoping one day she'll call
And she'll be sitting there forever hoping one day I'll call
It's Breezy
[Jay Knapp]
...but we know better than that
Suggestions and requests bet we sending 'em back
When I step up to battle I bring a pen and a pad
[Rawlin$]
And it ain't a question we snapping that's why I'm guessing they mad
[Jay Knapp]
They get offended we laugh, cause it ain't nothing to us
[Rawlins$]
Me and Knapp been spitting raps since the back of the bus
Cracking up practicing new sh** causing a ruckus
But man the women they love it it seems they can't get enough
[Jay Knapp]
You can't handle your tracks and man your management s**s
We listen and laugh it's time to pa** it to us
Deliberate, pa**ionate I'll deliver the package
I paint the vividest pictures I brought a canvas and brush
[Rawlins$ & Jay Knapp]
I've had it up to here with all these rappers—enough
We just snatch 'em up and stuff 'em in the back of the trunk
Drop a match in the engine and then we ga**ing it up
We came back to burn rap into ashes and dust
[Verse 2: Jay Knapp]
I just woke up from a dream: eight weeks in the tropics
Whole team on the beach: if they need it they got it
The way that I been working they believe in the process
So play a beat get it popping I'll take the peak and the top
Made a feast of impostors, plate 'em, eat 'em and drop 'em
Take the streets and the block, it's Jay leading the squad
But I stay seated in shotty, eight deep in the 'Mada
I'm the icing on the cake the straight cream of the crop
Tie a brick to the track and have it swimming with the fishes
Breezy hit the scene and all the women went ballistic
Ball point pens making y'all boys men
When I raise my voice that's when y'all's noise ends
Put a stop to the talking, nod if you ain't
I got a lot to deposit I'm making stops at the bank
What I drop is the hottest, yes every drop of it's flame
I said goodbye to the bottom I'm at the top of my game
It's Jay
And the squad is the same